I could sum up the trip today in 3 words....day. from. hell.
I got up to London ok, but there was obviously a meltdown in communications and I got to Charing Cross at 10.10 rather than leaving at 10.10. So then I had to wait and everything built up and had a huuuuuge panic attack and I ended up phoning my aunt to come and get me for a calm down coffee at Costa even though by that time my class and tutor were there I still went off with her and I think that if I hadn't have gone off with her I would have gone home. I went back (reluctantly) and we went off walking up to the Tate gallery and stopped off at Parliament Sq. to take photos of the student riot aftermath and then I went and had something to eat and then came back home.
I dont really want to go on the next trip :(
I think I've identified maybe a bit why I'm feeling down. My friend killed himself last February which was a huge shock and I really did look up to him and because we were similar as in we were really shy and other stuff like that.